Another miscontrued electronic communication
I guess my attention's not enough
Thanks for the courtesy text
I'm the last thing you want
and the first thing you need
So for tonight I guess it's back to the same old
hanging with tramp-stamps and cigarettes
Don't know whose the lamb or the slaughter

I hope your father's proud of you

My mind's all made up now
Are you scared yet baby?
'Cause this town's too small for the both of us
Hands where I can see them
You'll regret this
Mark my words
I'll torch this to the ground

You can't get to the phone right now,
It's cool, I know you'll call me back
When plan A fails to say,
"Hey, what's your schedule looking like?
Sorry things have been crazy"
You're the first thing I want,
and the last thing I need
So for tonight I guess its back to the same old
Hanging with tramp-stamps and cigarettes
Not gonna change,
I'll always be plan B

I hope your fathers proud of you

My mind's all made up now
Are you scared yet baby?
'Cause this town's too small for the both of us
Hands where I can see them
You'll regret this
Mark my words,
I'll torch this to the ground

1 Comment

General CommentWell, I'm not going to attempt to write my thoughts on a song meaning, 'cause I'm just plain horrible at those, but with the lyrics it seems like it would be ratehr obvious.
I do love this song, though. It's pretty intense.